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(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

CHRISTIAN: I've had this dream
all my adult life, right?

I'm driving home, it's Friday,
had a crappy week,

but the weekend's ahead of me.

I turn in to my street

'cause I know it's there,
waiting for me.

I turn in to my driveway...

..and there it is.

-What?
-My speedboat.

-Bogan.
-I thought you were asleep.

Yeah, right, with this cock rock
banging in my ear?

'Cause you know you've made it

when there's a speedboat
in your driveway.

Yeah, I reckon you can
make that dream come true, man.

But it just sits there, all weekend.

Why, Christian?

'Cause I can't back a trailer
for shit.

(LAUGHS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

-(LAUGHS)
-(LAUGHS)

What about a country property?

-Well, the thing with that...
-Tss!

-(WHISPERS)
-What?

Bad investment.

Chicks and toilets, man.

-You had a slash 10 minutes ago.
-Behind a bush.

This is a major production.

Got a tip for me?

-Tight ass.
-(HORN BEEPS)

STELLA: What?

Oi, I think your ex-boyfriend's
trying to get your attention.

-What?
-Overalls.

Oh, gross.

-Pretty subtle, Stell.
-That's the way I roll, Josh.

LAWSON: Alright.
Anyone unclear on the operation?

Good.

There's a phone there
if you need it,

and by needing it,
I mean someone's close to death.

Or dead.

Excellent. See you soon.

-Not if we see you first.
-Let's move.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

That's sick. Who would do that?

Are we on someone's property?

No. This is definitely state forest.

-Well, someone thinks they own it.
-Alright. Let's get back on task.

According to intelligence, our
fugitives are east of this position.

Let's go.

(CRACK!)

(FIRES)

Shots fired.

(CONTINUES FIRING)

Shannon, it's an ambush. I'm gonna
get some distance, I can cover you.

Nah. You're part of this team,
Michael. We're not splitting up.

-Trust me. It's a trap.
-(TWIG SNAPS)

Did you hear that?

Nah, he just wants you
to think he's here.

Oh, shit!

(TWIG SNAPS)

-Drop your weapon.
-Put it down.

Shouldn't break cover like that, man.

-You almost cost me my notional life.
-Hands in the air.

You found a friend, did you, Lawson?

Its head's on a stick back that way.

Alright. Next task
is a navigational exercise.

You're to follow
the coloured markers

and the coordinates on the map
I've given you.

Josh and I will be waiting for you
back at unit base with food,

ready to take you back into town.

You've made pretty good time so far.

If you keep up the pace, you may
even be out of here by nightfall.

We'll make it.

If you don't make it back by dusk,
you're out here for the night,

and you don't want that.

What, or we'll be beheaded
and impaled on a stick?

I reckon there's about an hour
and a half before it's dark.

-So, best get moving.
-Keep your eyes open.

Maintain a 35-degree bearing.

It should be about 50m
in front of us.

35 degrees, you got it.

What do you reckon Josh knows
that we don't?

-About spooky forests?
-Yeah.

Nothing.

The thing you gotta realise about
Josh is that he exists for one reason

and that is to fornicate.

Fornicate?

I'm in polite company, Shannon.
I'll use the polite term.

And if he can't fornicate
with a female,

he'll find something else
to fornicate with.

In this case, he's fornicating
with our minds.

Are you saying
he's a mind fornicator?

He's full of it.

Who's to say he didn't find
a dead sheep, cut its head off...

No way.

Put us on edge,
get us all a bit spooked out.

-There it is.
-Aha. Teamwork.

You're full of it, Michael.

-What are the next coordinates?
-98 degree bearing, 1.5k.

That'd be this way.

-Michael!
-Michael!

-Oh!
-Hey, you alright?

-Hey!
-Hey, you alright?

-Did you break anything?
-I don't think so.

-I got you.
-Oh!

Come on. Up you get.
You're such a tough guy.

I lost the compass.

Don't worry about that.
I'll find it.

-He could have killed me.
-Who?

-Who do you think? Josh.
-What? No way.

He said, "Keep your eyes open,"
and then he gave me that look.

-What look?
-The look. You've seen it.

Yeah, it was intense.

Josh wasn't trying to kill you
or any of us.

-Great. So, someone else is.
-This thing's stuffed.

-Can you take it apart or something?
-What?

Well, yeah, I could, but then what?

Let's call it in.
They need to pick up Michael.

-No, no.
-We'll go have a barbecue.

We're not calling it in.

We call it in, we fail,
and I'm not losing this now.

Well, can you walk?

I can't dance, but I can walk

and when I find Josh, I'm gonna shoot
the shit out of him.

OK. Well, we've got about
an hour left, so let's do it.

Yep. Look out for markers,
and they'll navigate us out of here.

Thanks for that, Lawson.

Careful. Watch you step.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

You sure you're OK?

As long as there's a big barbecue
at the end of this.

Well, step it up
'cause it's getting dark.

If you're too injured, I can
call Lawson to come and pick you up.

-That better?
-It's up to you.

-This better? That better, Shan?
-Ooh, look at him go, look at him go.

I know what you're doing.
You're worse than Josh.

I still say we get a property
out here. It is beautiful.

Oh, sweetheart, I want something
that's gonna go up in value.

I can't believe you two
are buying a property together.

Yep.

Well, he seduced me with big words

like 'superannuation
investment portfolio'.

Hey, here we go. Blue?

Well, he never said what colour.

No.

-Shit. Or did he?
-Come on. It's not hard.

That means we are here.

Unit base is there,
so sun sets in the west. Thank you.

So, north is that way.

We're not gonna find the markers,
are we?

I blame Josh.

Actually, you know what?

I blame Lawson for a lack of
leadership when it comes to Josh.

Actually, I blame both of them.

Alright. Let's follow Michael.

-There's another one there.
-Ah! Victory!

(LAUGHS)

Should be out in about 40 minutes.

How far behind
do you reckon they are?

Depends on their navigation skills,
doesn't it?

I hope they packed warm. Shit.

-You right?
-Yeah.

Oh.

Crop owners sometimes use fish hooks
to deter thieves.

Reckon there's a dope crop
around here?

Oh, yeah. It's possible.

-Can we be arsed?
-Not really.

More important things
to worry about, haven't we?

Check this out.

Looks like a training ground
for the bombies.

MICHAEL: 'Cafe'.

'Bamboo', 'Yucca'.

It's like a garden.

This could be a road up here.

Spooky forest getting to you, eh?

You alright?

-LAWSON: Oh.
-Nice one, Plugger.

In the chest, come on.

-Point your toe.
-Good on you, Plugger.

(LAUGHS) Oh, that's shithouse.
You're getting that.

-Nah, you missed it.
-Go and get it.

Piss off, you dog.

Gonna save some for the troops?

Nah.

Night out with Mother Nature
will do them good.

Here.

(TWIG SNAPS)

-SHANNON: (WHISPERS) Josh.
-It's gotta be.

(MOUTHS SILENTLY)

(TWIG SNAPS)

(BLEATS)

Clear.

STELLA: Someone around here
must have a broken fence.

Hey, where'd you come from, girl?
You lost?

-How do you know it's a girl?
-I know women.

-Women of all species.
-You're a sheep magnet.

Well, you can see
I go for a certain type.

(CHRISTIAN AND SHANNON LAUGH)

SHANNON: Alright, the shadows
aren't getting any shorter.

Let's move it, folks.

Shannon, I reckon
we should bring her with us.

-What?!
-She's not safe out here.

Are you serious?

Well, look what happened to her mate.

No, she'll slow us down.

We don't have time.
Do you want a barbecue or not?

Well, let's have a vote.
Sheep or barbecue?

Ah, stuff it. Alright.

Sorry, sheep. See you later.

Shoo.

Shoo, shoo.

Michael, hurry up.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

-He's got a weapon.
-Trapper.

Asshole.

Alright. I want to talk to him.
We're gonna make an approach.

Michael, I want you to come around
from behind.

Wait for my signal to make contact.

Are you sure that's a good idea?
He's armed.

We're not gonna let him walk.
That trap could have killed Michael.

-Don't worry, Stell. We can get him.
-You hope.

(RAIN PATTERS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Excuse me. We're the police. Can you
put your weapon on the ground?

Slowly.

Sir, my name's
Sergeant Shannon Henry.

I'm with Tactical Response.

I want to know if that's
your trap back there.

Nah.

-MICHAEL: Just found it, did ya?
-Yeah.

Alright. What are you doing
out here?

I was checking my perimeter fencing.

Uh...there's nothing out here.

I got holes in me fence
and me sheep are going missin'.

Got a licence for that weapon?

-Of course.
-Can I see it, please?

-I don't carry it out here.
-You sure you got a licence?

-You think I'm lying.
-You're lying about the trap.

-You're full of it, mate.
-I got hit by one of them.

-It could have killed me.
-(SCOFFS)

I set rabbit traps and nothing more.

This bloke over here sets traps
that kill my sheep.

-Who?
-Ginsberg.

-Why does he set traps?
-Why don't you go and ask him?

Like I say,
he lives just over there.

We've actually found some sheep -
one dead, but one alive.

The live one is about
a 20-minute walk back that way.

-What about the dead one?
-The body is about around there.

But the head is back that way.

(SIGHS) That bloody maniac.

Can I have my gun back?

You lot aren't planning on
spending the night out here, are ya?

-No.
-Nah.

That's good. You don't want to
be out here at night.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Fat or skinny?

-Uh...skinny.
-Skinny.

I've got a date.

Yeah. I gathered
you weren't dressing up for me.

With her.

Oh, Leon, you're not
using the database

to pick up chicks again, are you?

Nah. Nah, nah, nah. A friend
hooked us up, so I Googled her.

Cute.

Only thing is
she likes well-dressed men.

-What, she give you a briefing?
-Nah. I Googled that too.

(SCOFFS) Where's the romance?

There's no mystery
in the world anymore.

-It's modern-day romance.
-Mm.

Kerry, romance.

-MAN: (OVER RADIO) Kerry.
-Yep.

Josh and I are out.
No sign of the others.

-Well, how far off are they?
-Hard to say.

We'll, uh...give it
another 20 minutes,

but after that,
I think we have to call it.

I want you straight out there
in the morning, though.

I don't like it
any more than you do.

I hope you've given them
an achievable objective, Lawson.

Well, anything's achievable, Leon,
if you've got the right motivation.

He's gonna leave them
out there all night now.

Well, it's getting dark -
what can he do?

-Yeah. Freaky.
-What?

When you care. Makes me nervous.

Well, I think you look very smart.

Thank you.
What are you doing tonight?

Well, actually,
I've got a bit of a date myself.

Yeah. Really? Someone special?

This is good. If we keep this up,
we might be outta here by dark.

-MICHAEL: Might.
-We are an elite team.

-We cannot be beaten.
-(STELLA LAUGHS)

Except we failed
the navigational exercise.

It wasn't our fault.

Lawson's gonna make us pay for it,
I bet ya.

What are they gonna do -
withhold the sausages?

Don't say that - not even as a joke.

Oh.

-Ugh.
-No way.

Do you think it suffered?

What kind of sicko does this?

What did I say?
We should have brought her with us.

Don't look at me.

It was your decision
to leave her behind.

It was you who made
the final decision, as I recall.

Yeah, well....

The farmer said this guy's property's
up here somewhere,

so I reckon we pay him a visit.

What, now?

Or first thing tomorrow.

What, you want to
set up camp tonight?

Not particularly.

But I don't really want to wander
around, lost in the dark, either.

-We might make it out.
-We're not gonna make it.

-What if it rains again...?
-Aren't you outraged by this?

Yeah, I am.
I mean, of course I am.

Don't you want to
do something about it?

-Yes.
-So, let's teach the prick a lesson.

I'm in.

Me too.

Alright, well, we'll find a space,
we'll set up camp

and then we'll hit him
at first light.

OK.

Hi, mate. Two shots of tequila
and two pots.

JOSH: Thanks, mate.

I'm so hungry,
I could eat a buttered monkey.

Is that a Samoan thing?

I think it's just Christian.

-Nice kit you got there.
-It is.

You reckon you got
a spare thermal or something?

Ah. You see,
it's called, um...preparation.

-You'd do good to remember that.
-It's fine.

I got my own shit
going on right here.

Good.

(SHANNON CHUCKLES)

-No fires, Michael.
-We're gonna freeze our arses off.

If you want to tip off
our sheep-torturing mate...

I'm not eating it raw.

We're not eating the sheep.

-It's a sheep.
-It was murdered.

You don't eat murdered sheep.

-What?
-Who are you?

-MAN: Kerry.
-Hi. Yeah.

-I'm Simon. Come in.
-Thanks for waiting. Sorry.

Not at all.
Great to finally meet you.

-Please, make yourself comfortable.
-Oh, ta.

Uh...how's it all going?

-With James?
-Yeah.

Good, I think.
How do you think he's going?

Oh, I think I'll leave that
to the experts.

Surely, as his mother,
you'd rate as one.

(SCOFFS) What, me, an expert mother?

Well, an expert on James.

How long you been a counsellor?

-Uh...11 years.
-Oh.

Jeez, how do you
keep looking so young?

(CHUCKLES) If my age
is an issue to you,

then I can arrange for another
counsellor to come see you.

Oh, no, I don't...I don't think
that'd be good for James.

Are you concerned that I don't have
suitable life experience

to properly discuss
your relationship with your son?

No, no, no. I just, um...

You know, all the girls
must think you're cute.

-(CHUCKLES) Is that relevant?
-(LAUGHS) No, I don't...

(MUTTERS)

(METALLIC CLICKING)

(SCRIBBLES)

-What are you writing?
-Nothing. Just making a few notes.

Oh, yeah.

(SCRIBBLES)

-What are you doing after this?
-Why? Are you asking me out?

-Would that be an issue if I did?
-Have you been drinking?

Do I seem drunk to you?

Is it possible that you're trying
to avoid talking about James?

I don't know.
You tell me - you're the expert.

Do you feel responsible
for your son's addiction?

I think that's got
a little bit to do with

the addictive nature of drugs,
don't you?

Cheers!

Hey. Whoa!

Ohhh. (CHUCKLES) Whoo!

Your turn.

-Alright.
-Nah. Upside down.

(LAUGHS DRUNKENLY)

Back. My name's Crystal.

Uh...well, my name... Ooh.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS) Lawson.

-Weird name.
-Well, you too, Crystal.

-I'm a weird kinda girl.
-Mmm.

Where did you come from?

-Uh...we're here for work.
-What do you do?

We are...picture framers.

We frame pictures.

Pictures and paintings.

Oh, must be complicated work,
picture framing.

-Very.
-I'd love to hear about it.

I'd love to tell you about it.

Wanna hang a painting up on my wall?

Shit, yeah.

-(GIGGLES)
-More beer.

(SQUEALS)

James and I have been
talking about addiction -

what it means, where it comes from.

Generally, addicts use drugs

to mask emotions
they don't want to deal with.

Right.

It's a survival mechanism,
a way of avoiding the demons

they don't want to,
or simply can't, address.

How old are you?

For argument's sake,
we end the session right now.

I mean, you've made it obvious
you don't want to be here anyway.

We go out, find a nice restaurant,

chat, down a couple of bottles
of wine over dinner.

We end up back at your place,
things are moving forward...

(SIGHS) Right.

We know we shouldn't be doing it,
but that's part of the thrill.

Oh, jeez.

And next session, I've gotta tell
James to find another counsellor

because I can't see him anymore.

-Conflict of interest.
-You're right.

Well, it was good while it lasted.

What I want to
talk to you about, Kerry,

is your responsibility for James.

Do you have kids?

-No.
-OK. Good.

When you have them,
you come back to me

and then we can have a little chat
about parental responsibility.

Because I tell you, there is not
thing that I wouldn't do for my son.

That's the problem.
James is a big boy.

-He's gotta stand on his own feet.
-You let me be the judge.

Did you score for him?

Did he tell you that?

Yeah.

Right.

He's lying.

(SIGHS) Really?

So, I'm out doing a Bo Peep
with me sheep

and this kid pops out of nowhere
with a very ugly mug

and says, "Put your rifle down."

Then, more of them appear, middle
of nowhere, with their guns out.

They're cops.

They're asking all sorts
of questions about,

"What's these strange
goings-on in the forest?"

And they were particularly
interested in these traps

that have been doing in my livestock.

LAWSON: My round.

Anyway, I says,
"Look, I don't know anything

"about any strange goings-on
in the forest,

"so you coppers can just piss off."

How far off your property were they?

Fair way.

Eastern perimeter?

Bottom of the ridge. It was not on
your property, it was state forest.

What time was it?

Look, there's an art
in telling the story...

-Did they follow you out?
-Nah. I left 'em there.

-When was that?
-About dusk.

You know those blokes
in the bush, do you?

Nah. Nah, mate.
Just listening, you know.

Thanks, mate.

Oh, shit. Sorry, mate.
I'll get you another.

One more, eh.

Haven't seen you around here before.

Well, I've never been here before.

-What'll you have?
-Just a pot.

Good for you.

Yeah, just a pot, mate.

You understand
that everything we discuss

is in absolute confidence, Kerry?

Oh, well, that's a comfort.

-Good to finally meet you.
-Yeah.

Thanks.

-See ya.
-Yep.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LAUGHS)

I'm hungry. We should get some food.

Oh, I've got some food.

Sweet.

Thank you.

No worries.

Uh...you should have only eaten
a quarter of that.

(GIGGLES)

Alright, ladies and gents,
the night awaits.

-MAN: (ANGRILY) Buy me another one.
-(THUDDING)

-You got it sorted or what?
-Hang on.

-(GRUNTS) Aarggh.
-(THUDDING)

-(GRUNTS)
-You guys don't fight?

Blokes fight over nothing
when they're pissed. Sloppy.

-You are so different.
-Mm-hm.

I wanna do you.

Let's have a foursome! (LAUGHS)

(CRYSTAL GIGGLES)

(MUMBLES)

(GIGGLES)

(SQUEALS)

(GIGGLES)

Down here.

(SQUEALS)

LAWSON: Whoop! Whoa!

Have you lived here long?

(CHUCKLES)

-Are you always this polite?
-Sorry.

Yeah. I've lived here my whole life.

How you feeling?

Pretty jarred.

Come on.

Thank you.

But I know now
that I can't sleep with you.

And it's not that you're not sexy.
'Cause you are, you really are.

You're cool.
And you're a good driver.

And you're a good cook.
Your cookies are unbelievable.

It's just that I'm seeing someone
and, you know, I really like her,

which is unusual for me.

-I mean, I really, really like her.
-Stop.

Josh, look, you're really hot,

but you talk way too much.

I'm gonna go to bed...
with or without you.

I love that song.

(SIGHS)

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

LAWSON: Yeeeeeow!

(BIRDS WARBLE)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(GRUNTS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

-What happened?
-I don't know.

I heard some kind of ding-dong,
and then there were shots fired.

-A ding-dong?
-Yeah. Like a shop door.

A shop door? Michael,
we're in the middle of nowhere.

All I know is someone's
definitely taking pot shots

in our general direction.

I'm calling Lawson.

There. There's a caravan about
500 metres that way. Maybe less.

-No reception?
-Nope.

-Shit.
-Give it to me.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Shannon? Did you have
a pleasant evening?

Lawson, it's Michael.
We have a situation.

Oh, have you?
Missing your cafe latte, are you?

-Lawson, we're under fire.
-What? Go again. You dropped out.

(SLOWLY) We are under fire.

-What? From who?
-I don't know. We can't see them.

-What's your location?
-Uh...

Approx 10 clicks west of yesterday's
drop-off point. I can't see...

-(STATIC ON PHONE)
-What? No, Michael. Go again.

Michael! Mike! Shit.

-(PHONE BEEPS)
-Shit.

Josh. Hey. Up. Get up.

Spoke to Michael.
Said someone's been shooting at 'em.

-What?
-I don't know. He dropped out.

-He said shots were definitely fired.
-Who's shooting at who?

-We need to borrow your car.
-Crystal's got it.

-She's taken it to work.
-Can you call her and get it back?

No.

Look, we work for
a specialised police unit.

I knew you guys were full of shit.

So, can you please call her
and get her back here right now?

Well, she's in the next town.
It's 50 k's away.

The local cops can't be more
than 10 minutes away, yeah?

Wait. Wait. There's
a station wagon behind the shed.

-It's not registered, though.
-That'll do.

Keys are in the ignition.

(STARTER MOTOR FALTERS)

(STARTER MOTOR ENGAGES)

-(ENGINE REVS)
-Let's go.

-(GEARS CLANK)
-That's not a good noise.

-Oh. It's stuck.
-Shit.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(GUNSHOTS)

That's got to be
some type of motion sensor

tipping the shooter off
to our location.

-I heard that ding-dong.
-You still think I'm crazy?

There it is. There's another one.

-It's got a radio signal.
-Hey, they're everywhere.

Alright. Hold your position.

Christian?

-Christian!
-Jesus! Where was that?

West. Keep going this way.

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

-(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-(GRUNTS)

-MICHAEL: You alright?
-You OK?

It's just my ears.

-You see anything?
-Nuh.

There was a weird sound
and then it exploded.

This guy's dealing with
some serious explosives.

We need to take a closer look
at that caravan.

You be bloody careful, OK?
Take Stella.

OK. Go. Go!

Hey, how you feeling?

I can only hear myself
and it's real weird.

OK. You don't listen to me anyway,
big boy.

What?

What are you gonna do?
Paintball him?

I'm adding the illusion
of being armed.

In facing an adversary, it's just
as effective as the real thing.

Alright. I've got one suspect.
White van.

What is that? Beer kegs?

I don't know.

I can't see a rego.

Look, I'm gonna stick around here,
try to get a better look.

-Alright. I'll let Shannon know.
-OK.

I reckon the blast
came from somewhere up in there.

-You got a signal?
-No. No.

So, what do you reckon?

I reckon it's a meth lab
or they're growing dope.

Definitely something
worth protecting.

Well, if you saw a van,

there has gotta be
a road out of here somewhere.

-Will I check it out?
-Can you call Lawson?

Give him a road sign, landmark,
anything you can, and call base.

OK. I'll get GPS
and bring 'em back here.

Yeah, yeah. Good. Go.

Michael said, "10 clicks
from the start point."

That's around here somewhere.

-Whoa!
-(TYRES SCREECH)

(CRASH!)

You guys alright?

-Prick. Van came out of nowhere.
-Yeah. That's them.

They're shooting at us.
I reckon it's a gang or a meth lab.

-I don't know. Do you have the GPS?
-No.

Where's TR? What are you
doing with that car?

Don't ask.

OK. I've got Lawson, Josh and Stella.

Thank God.

OK. Looks clear.

What is this place?

Well, I reckon
we're clear to make an approach.

-You right?
-(GRUNTS)

-(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Get back!

(REPEATED GUNSHOTS)

The shots are coming
from the green shed.

(IN TIME WITH SHOTS) Bam. Bam. Bam.

-There's a rhythm.
-(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

-Josh, what are you doing?
-(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUNSHOTS CEASE)

-Clear!
-(HALF-LAUGHS) Bloody hell!

LAWSON: Watch your step.
This guy loves his sensors.

Uses them to trigger everything -
rifles, explosives, cameras.

He was watching us the whole time.

Yeah. They're automatic.
He was tracking you.

Hey, check this out.

Oh.

DIY bomb. This is some serious shit.

Steel kegs.
Perfect container for a bomb.

Yeah. The van
was stacked up with them.

-You phone it in to Kerry?
-Michael's done it.

So, where do you reckon
this freak's going?

I reckon he's looking for
another hiding spot.

I don't think he wants to hide
anymore. Suicide note.

He's headed for the city.

-Is road block set up?
-They're in place.

City police are on alert.

-(SIGHS) How was your date?
-Awkward.

No. Awful. She was a psychologist.
Kept asking me all these questions.

Tell me about it.

Yeah. It's a jungle
out there, Kerry.

Yeah.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Yeah, Lawson?
-Leon got a visual on that van yet?

-He wants an update on the van.
-White van. No rego.

Three major arterials into town.

-What do you reckon?
-Alright. Yeah. Keep me posted.

Let's go.

(SIGHS) So we're looking for
a white van.